I wish I could explain how you make me feel,
Through a simple metaphor that I could reveal.
Is it like the ocean on a very calm day,
With the reflection of sun exploding every ray?
No, it is a whirlpool of madness down below,
Because even the ocean has an undertow.
Instead, I will compare you to the shining sun,
That gives me warmth when I have no one.
But even the sun means to pain,
It burns down hard, wishing for rain.
If I compared you to the peace of a falling shower,
The kind that brings life to every spring flower,
I’d have to remember that when it comes down,
It means to flood, and my heart might drown.
And if I compared you to the blossoms bearing their sweet perfume,
There is one more thing I would have to assume,
For in the winter there are no flowers at all,
Because they wither and wilt and their petals fall.
I could compare you to the snow that blankets the ground,
As its beauty is displayed all around,
But it makes time slow, and things get old,
When all you feel is the numbing cold.
That’s when I say you’re like the warmth of the fire,
The same kind of heat we all desire,
But fires destroy and consume a desired path,
Leaving me with nothing in the aftermath.
The most incredible analogy is the nature we all share,
But your consummate qualities don’t let me compare,
Because even in nature I’ve sought the wrong,
It followed me always until you came along.
Now the weather is perfect, as it will ever be,
Because a simple gust of wind brought you to me.
